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THE SONG OF THE BIRD 

Anthony de Mello S. J. 


This book has been written for people of every persuasion religious and non religious, 
I cannot, however, hide from my readers the fact that I am a priest of the Catholic 
Church. I have wandered free-ly in mystical traditions that are not Christian and not 
religious and I have been profoundly influenced by them. It is to my Church, however, 
that I keep returning, for she is my spiritual home; and while I am acutely, sometimes 
embarrassingly, conscious of her limitations and narrowness, I also know that it is she 
who has formed me and made me what I am today. So it is to her that I gratefully 
dedicate this book. 

Everyone loves stories and you will find plenty of them in this book: Stories that are 
Buddhist, Christian, Zen, Hasidic, Russian, Chinese, Hindu, Sufi; stories ancient and 
contemporary. 

And they all have a special quality: if read in a cer-tain kind of way, they will produce 
spiritual growth. 


HOW TO READ THEM 

There are three ways: 

1 . Read a story once. Then move on to another. This manner of reading will give you 
entertainment. 

2. Read a story twice. Reflect on it. Apply it to your life. That will give you a taste of 
theology. This sort of thing can be fruitfully done in a group where the members share 
their reflections on the story. You then have a theological circle. 

3. Read the story again, after you have reflected on it. Create a silence within you and 
let the story reveal to you its inner depth and meaning: something beyond words and 
reflections. This will give you a feel for the mystical. 

Or carry the story around all day and allow its fragrance, its melody to haunt you. Let 
it speak to your heart, not to your brain. This too could make something of a mystic out 
of you. It is with this mystical end in view that most of these stories were originally told. 


CAUTION 

Most of the stories have a comment appended to them. The comment is meant to be a 
sample of the kind of comment you yourself may want to make. Make your own. Don’t 
limit yourself to the ones you find in this book. Why borrow someone else’s insights? 

Beware of applying the story to anyone (priest, mullah, and church, neighbour) other 
than yourself. If you do so the story will do you damage. Every one of these stories is 
about you, no one else. 


When you read the book for the first time read the stories in the order in which they 
are set down here. The order imparts a teaching and a spirit which will be lost if the 
stories are read haphazardly. 


GLOSSARY 

Theology: The art of telling stories about the Divine. Also the art of listening to them. 

Mysticisms: The art of tasting and feeling in your heart the inner meaning of such 
stories to the point that they transform you. 


EAT YOUR OWN FRUIT 

A disciple once complained: 

“You tell us stories, but you never reveal their meaning to us. ” 

Said the Master: 

“How would you like it if someone offered you fruit and masticated it before giving it 
to you?” 


A VITAL DIFFERENCE 

Uwais, the Sufi, was once asked: 

“What has Grace brought you? ” 

He replied: 

“When I wake in the morning I feel like a man who is not sure he will live till 
evening. ” 

Said the questioner: 

“But doesn ’t everyone know this? ” 

Said Uwais: 

“They certainly do. But not all of them feel it. ” 

No one ever became drunk on the word wine. 


THE SONG OF THE BIRD 

The disciples were full of questions about God. 

Said the Master, “God is Unknown, the Unknowable. Every statement about Him, 
every answer to your questions, is a distortion of the Truth. ” 

The disciples were bewildered. “Then why do you speak about Him at all? ” 

“Why does the bird sing? ” said the Master. 

Not because he has a statement, but because he has a song. 

The words of the Scholar are to be understood. The words of the Master are not to be 
understood. They are to be listened to as one listens to the wind in the trees and the sound 


of the river and the song of the bird. They will awaken something within the heart that is 
beyond all knowledge. 


THE STING 

A saint was once given the gift of speaking the language of the ants. He approached 
one, who seemed the scholarly type, and asked, “What is the Almighty like? Is he in any 
way similar to the ant? ” 

Said the scholar, “ The Almighty? Certainly not! We ants, you see, have only one sting. 
But the Almighty, he has two I” 

Suggested post script: 

When asked what heaven was like, the ant-scholar solemnly replied, “There we shall 
be just like Him, having two stings each, only smaller ones.” 

A bitter controversy rages among religious schools of thought as to where exactly the 
second sting will be located in the heavenly body of the ant. 


THE ELEPHANT AND THE RAT 

An elephant was enjoying a dip in a Jungle pool when a rat came up to insist that he 
get out. 

“I won ’t, ” said the elephant. 

“I insist you get out this minute, ” said the rat. 

“Why?" 

“I shall tell you that only after you are out of the pool. ” 

“Then I won ’t get out. ” 

But he finally lumbered out of the pool, stood in front of the rat and said, “Now then, 
why did you want me to get out of the pool? ” 

“To check if you were wearing my swimming trunks, ” said the rat. 

An elephant will sooner fit into the trunks of a rat than God into our notions of him. 


THE ROYAL PIGEON 

Nasruddin became prime minister to the king. Once while he wandered through the 
palace, he saw a royal falcon. 

Now Nasruddin had never seen this kind of a pigeon before. So he got out a pair of 
scissors and trimmed the claws, the wings and the beak of the falcon. 

“Now you look like a decent bird, ” he said. “Your keeper had evidently been 
neglecting you. 

“You’re different so there’s something wrong with you!” 


MONKEY SALVATION FOR A FISH 


“What on earth are you doing? ” said I to the monkey when I saw him Hit a fish from 
the water * and place it on a tree. 

“Iam saving it from drowning’, ” was the reply. 

The sun that gives sight to the eagle blinds the owl. 


SALT AND COTTON IN THE RIVER 

Nasruddin was taking a load of salt to the market. His donkey waded through the river 
and the salt dissolved. When it reached the opposite bank the animal ran around in 
circles, overjoyed that its load had been lightened. But Nasruddin was annoyed. 

On the next market day he packed the panniers with cotton. The ass nearly drowned 
with the increased weight of the cotton soaked in the river water. 

“There I” said Nasruddin gleefully. “ That will teach you to think that each time you 
go through water you stand to gain I” 

Two persons walked into religion. One came alive, the other drowned. 


THE SEARCH FOR THE ASS 

Everyone became alarmed when they saw Mulla Nasruddin mounted on his ass, 
charging through the streets of the village. 

“Where are you off to Mullah? ” they asked. 

“ I’m searching for my ass, ” said the Mulla as he whizzed by. 

The Zen Master Rinzai was once seen searching for his body. It provided endless 
entertainment to his unenlightened disciples. 

One even comes across people who say they are sear-ching for God! 


TRUE SPIRITUALITY 

The Master was asked, “What is Spirituality? ” 

He said, “Spirituality is that which succeeds in bringing one to Inner 
Transformation. ” 

“But if I apply the traditional methods handed down by the Masters, is that not 
Spirituality? ” 

“It is not Spirituality if it does not perform its function for you. A blanket is no longer 
a blanket if it does not keep you warm. ” 

“So Spirituality does change?” 

“People change and needs change. So what was Spirituality once is Spirituality no 
more. What generally goes under the name of Spirituality is merely the record of past 
methods. ” 

Don’t cut the person to fit the coat. 


THE LITTLE EISH 


“Excuse me, ” said an ocean fish, “You are older than I so can you tell me where to 
find this thing they call the Ocean? ” 

“The Ocean, ” said the older fish, “is the thing you are in now, ” 

“Oh, this? But this is water. What I’m seeking is the Ocean, ” said the disappointed 
fish as he swam away to search elsewhere. 

He came to the Master in sannyasi robes. And he spoke sannyasi language: “For years 
I have been seeking God. I have sought Him everywhere that He is said to be: on 
mountain peaks, the vastness of the desert, and the silence of the cloister and the 
dwellings of the poor.” 

“Have you found him?” the Master asked. “No. I have not. Have you?” 

What could the Master say? The evening sun was sending shafts of golden light into 
the room. Hun-dreds of sparrows were twittering on a banyan tree. In the distance one 
could hear the sound of highway traffic. A mosquito droned a warning that it was going 
to strike... And yet this man could sit there and say he had not found Him. 

After a white he left, disappointed, to search elsewhere. 

Stop searching, little fish. There isn’t anything to look for. All you have to do is look. 


DID YOU HEAR THAT BIRD SING? 

Hindu India developed a magnificent image to describe God’s relationship with 
Creation. God ‘dances’ Creation. He is the Dancer, Creation is his Dance. The dance is 
different from the dancer, yet it has no existence apart from him. You cannot take it home 
in a box, if it pleases you. The moment the dancer stops, the dance ceases to be. 

In our quest for God, we think too much, reflect too much, talk too much. Even when 
we look at this dance that we call creation, we are the whole time thinking, talking {to 
ourselves and others) reflecting, analyzing, philosophizing. Words. Noise. 

Be silent and contemplate the Dance. Just look: a star, a flower, a fading leaf, a bird, a 
stone... any fragment of the Dance will do. Look. Listen. Smell. Touch. Taste. And, 
hopefully, it won’t be long before you see Him — the Dancer Himself! 

The disciple was always complaining to his Master, 

“You are hiding the final secret of Zen from me. ” And he would not accept the 
Master ’s denials. 

One day they were walking in the hills when they heard a bird sing. 

“Did you hear that bird sing? ” said the Master. 

“Yes, ” said the disciple. 

“Well, now you know that I have hidden nothing from you. ” 

“Yes. ’’ 

If you really heard a bird sing, if you really saw a tree... you would know. Beyond 
words and concepts. 


What was that you said? You have heard dozens of birds sing and seen hundreds of 
trees? Ah, was it the tree you saw or the label? If you look at a tree and see a tree, you 
have really not seen the tree. When you look at the tree and see a miracle — then, at last, 
you have seen! Did your heart never fill with wordless wonder when you heard a bird in 
song? 


I CHOP WOOD! 

When the Zen Master attained Enlightenment he wrote the following lines to celebrate 
it: 

“ Oh wondrous marvel: 

I chop wood! 

I draw water from the well!” 

After enlightenment nothing really changes. The tree is still a tree; people are just 
what they were before; and so are you. You may continue to be as moody or even- 
tempered, as wise or foolish. The one difference is that you see things with a different 
eye. You are more detached from it all now. And your heart is full of wonder. 

That is the essence of Contemplation: the Sense of Wonder. 

Contemplation is different from ecstasy in that ecstasy leads to withdrawal. The 
enlightened contemplative continues to chop wood and draw water from the well. 
Contemplation is different from the perception of beauty in that the perception of beauty 
(a painting or a sunset) produces aesthetic delight, whereas con-templation produces 
wonder — no matter what it observes, a sunset or a stone. 

This is the prerogative of children. They are often in a state of wonder. So they easily 
slip into the Kingdom. 


THE BAMBOOS 

Brownie, our dog, sat looking up the tree; ears cocked, and tail tensely wagging. He 
was attending to a monkey. Just one thing filled his consciousness: the monkey. No 
thought disturbed his total concentration, no worry for tomorrow. Brownie was the 
nearest thing to Contemplation I have ever seen. 

You may have experienced some of this yourself when you were totally absorbed 
watching a cat at play. 

Here is a formula for Contemplation, as good as any 1 know: Be totally in the present. 
Drop every thought of the future, drop every thought of the past, drop every image and 
abstraction, and come into the present. Contemplation will arise! 

After years of training, the disciple begged his Master to bring him to Enlightenment. 
The Master led him to a bamboo grove and said, “ See that bamboo, how tall it is ? 

See that other one there, how short it is?” 

And the disciple was enlightened. 

They say Buddha practiced every form of asceticism known to the India of his times, 
in an effort to attain enlightenment. In vain. One day he sat under a bodhi tree and 


enlightenment occurred. He passed on the secret of enlightenment to his disciples in 
words that must seem strange to the uninitiated: “When you draw in a deep breath, oh 
monks, be aware that you are drawing in a deep breath. And when you draw in a shallow 
breath, oh monks, be aware that you are draw-ing in a shallow breath. And when you 
draw in a medium-sized breath, oh monks, be aware that you are drawing in a medium- 
sized breath.” Awareness. Attention. Absorption. 

This kind of absorption one sees in little children. They are close to the Kingdom. 


CONSTANT AWARENESS 

No Zen studen t would presume to teach others till he had lived with his Master for a 
minimum of ten years. 

Tenno, having completed his ten years of apprenticeship, acquired the rank of teacher. 

One day he went to visit the Master Nan-in. It was a rainy day, so Tenno wore wooden 
clogs and carried an umbrella. 

When he walked in, Nan-in greeted him with, “You left your wooden clogs and 
umbrella on the porch didn ’t you? Tell me, did you place your umbrella on the right side 
of the clogs or on the left? ” 

Tenno was embarrassed, for he did not know the answer. He realized he lacked 
Awareness. So he became Nan-in ’s student and laboured for ten more years to acquire 
Continual Awareness. 

The person who is ceaselessly aware: the person who is totally there each moment: 
behold the Master! 


HOLINESS IN THE PRESENT MOMENT 

Buddha was once asked, “What makes a person holy?” He replied, “Every hour is 
divided into a cer-tain number of seconds and every second into a certain number of 
fractions. Anyone who is able to be totally present in each fraction of a second is holy.” 

The Japanese warrior was captured and thrown into prison. At night he could not 
sleep for he was convinced he would be tortured next morn ing. 

Then the words of his Master came to him: “ Tomorrow is not real. The only reality is 
now. ” 

So he came to the present — and fell asleep. 

The person over whom the Future has Tost its grip: How like the birds of the air and 
the lilies of the field. No anxieties for the morrow. Total presence in the now. Holiness! 


THE TEMPLE BELLS 

The temple was built on an island and it had a thousand bells. Bells big and small, 
fashioned by the finest craftsmen in the world. When the wind blew or a storm raged, all 
the bells would peal out in a symphony that would send the heart of the hearer into 
raptures. 


But over the centuries the island sank into the ocean and, with it, the temple bells. An 
ancient legend said that the bells still rang out ceaselessly, and could be heard by anyone 
who would listen. Inspired by the legend a young man travelled thousands of miles, 
determined to hear those bells. He sat for days on the shore facing the vanished island 
and listened with all his might. But all he heard was the sound of the sea. He made every 
effort to block it out but to no avail; the sound of the sea seemed to flood the world. 

He kept at his task for weeks. Each time he got disheartened he would listen to the 
village pundits as they spoke with unction of the mysterious legend. Then his heart would 
be inflamed.., only to become discouraged when weeks of further efforts yielded no 
results. 

Finally he decided to give up the attempt. Perhaps he was not destined to listen to the 
bells. Perhaps the legend was not true. It was his final day, and he went to the shore to 
say goodbye to the sea and the sky and the wind and the coconut trees. He lay on the 
sand, and for the first time, listened to the sound of the sea. 

Soon he was so lost in the sound that he was bare-ly conscious of himself, so deep was 
the silence the sound produced. 

In the depth of that silence, he heard it I The tinkle of a tiny bell followed by another, 
and another and another... till every one of the thousand temple bells was pealing out in 
harmony, and his heart was rapt in joyous ecstasy. 

Do you wish to hear the temple bells? Listen to the sound of the sea. 

Do you wish to catch a glimpse of God? Look intently at creation. 


THE WORD MADE FLESH 

In the Gospel of Saint John we read: 

The Word became flesh; he came to dwell among us... through him all things come to 
be; no single thing was created without him. All that came to be was alive with his life, 
and that life was the light of men. The light shines on in the dark, and the darkness has 
never quenched it. 

Look steadily at the darkness. It won’t be long before you see the light. Gaze at things. 
It won’t be long before you see this Word. 

The Word became flesh; he came to dwell among us... 

And stop those frantic efforts to change flesh back into words. Words, words, words! 


THE MAN IDOL 

An ancient Hindu story: 

A shipwrecked merchant drifted to the shore of Sri Lanka where Vibhishana was the 
King of the Monsters. At the sight of him Vibhishana became ecstatic with joy and said, 
“Ah! He looks just like my Rama. The same human form!” He then had royal robes and 
jewels put on the merchant and worshipped him. 


The Hindu mystic, Ramakrishna, says, “When I first heard this story I felt an 
indescribable delight. If God can be worshipped in images of clay, should he not be 
worshipped in people?” 


SEARCHING IN THE WRONG PLACE 

A neighbour found Nasruddin on hands and knees. 

“What are you searching for Mullah? ” “My key. ” 

Both men got on their knees to search. After a while the neighbour says, “Where did 
you lose it? ” 

“At home. ” 

“Good Lord! Then why are you searching here? ” 

“Because it’s brighter here. ” 

Search for God where you lost Him. 


THE QUESTION 

Said the monk, “All these mountains and rivers and earth and stars — where do they 
come from? ” 

Said the Master, “Where does your question come from? ” 

Search within! 


LABEL MAKERS 

Life is like heady wine. 

Everyone reads the label on the bottle. 

Hardly anyone tastes the wine. 

Buddha once pointed to a flower and asked each of his disciples to say something 
about it. 

One pronounced a lecture. 

Another a poem. 

Yet another a parable. 

Each outdid the other in depth and erudition. 

Label-makers! 

Mahakashyap smiled and held his tongue. 

Only he had seen the flower. 


If I could only taste a bird, 
a flower, 
a tree, 

a human face! 

But, alas, I have no time. 

My energy is spent deciphering the label. 


THE FORMULA 

The mystic was back from the desert. 

“Tell us, ” they said, “what God is like. ” 


But how could he ever tell them what he had experienced in his heart? 
Can God be put into words? 


He finally gave them a formula — inaccurate, inadequate — in the hope that some 
might be tempted to experience it for themselves. 


They seized upon the formula. They made it a sacred text. They imposed it on others as 
a holy belief. They went to great pains to spread it in foreign lands. Some even gave their 
lives for if. 


The mystic was sad. It might have been better if he had said nothing. 


THE EXPLORER 

The explorer returned to his people, who were eager to know about the Amazon. But 
how could he ever put into words the feelings that flooded his heart when he saw exotic 
flowers and heard the night-sounds of the forests; when he sensed the danger of wild 
beasts or paddled his canoe over treacherous rapids? 

He said, “Go and find out for yourselves. ” To guide them he drew a map of the river. 

They pounced upon the map. They framed it in their Town Hall. They made copies of it 
for themselves. And all who had a copy considered themselves experts on the river, for 
did they not know its every turn and bend, how broad it was, how deep, where the rapids 
were and where the /alls ? 

It is said that Buddha obdurately refused to be drawn into talking of God. 

He was obviously familiar with the dangers of drawing maps for armchair explorers. 


THOMAS AQUINAS STOPS WRITING 

The story goes that one of the world’s ablest theologians. Thomas Aquinas suddenly 
stopped writing. When his secretary complained about his unfinished works, Thomas 
replied: ‘Brother Reginald, some months ago I experienced something of the Absolute, so 
all I have ever written of God seems to me now to be like straw.’ 

How could it be otherwise when the scholar becomes a seer? 

When the mystic came down from the mountain he was accosted by the atheist who 
said, sarcastically, “What did you bring us from that garden of delights you were in? ” 

The mystic replied, “I had every intention of filling my skirt with flowers and giving 
them to my friends on my return. But while I was there I became so in toxicated with the 
fragrance of the garden that I let go of the skirt. ” 

The Zen Masters put it succinctly: “The one who knows, does not say. The one who 
says, does not know.” 


THE SMARTING DERVISH 

A dervish was sitting peacefully by a river when a passer-by saw the bore bock of his 
neck and yielded to the temptation to give it a resounding whack. He was full of wonder 
at the sound his hand had made on the fleshy neck, but the dervish, smarting with pain, 
got up to hit him back. 

“Wait a minute, ” said the aggressor. 

“You can hit me if you wish. But answer this question first: Was the sound of the 
whack produced by my hand or by the back of your neck? ” 

Said the dervish, “. Answer that yourself. My pain won 7 allow me to theorize. You can 
afford to do so, because you don 7 feel what I feel. ” 


ONE NOTE OF WISDOM 

No one knows what became of Kakua after he left the Emperor ’s presence. Here is the 
story: 

Kakua was the first Japanese to study Zen in China. He had little use for travelling, 
for he took his meditation seriously. Whenever people found him out and invited him to 
preach, he would say a word or two and escape to another part of the forest where he 
would not be disturbed. 

On his return to Japan the Emperor heard of him and commanded him to preach at 
court. Kakua stood silent and helpless before the King. Then he pulled out a flute from 
the folds of his robe, played one short note on it, bowed profoundly to the King and 
disappeared. 

Confucius says: “Not teach ripe person: waste of per-son. Teach not ripe person: waste 
of words.” 


WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? 


The Master imprints his wisdom in the heart oi his disciple, not the pages of a book. 
The disciple might carry this wisdom in his heart for thirty or forty years, until he meets 
someone ready to receive it. Such was the tradition of Zen. 

The Zen Master Munan sent for his disciple Shoju one day and said, “/ am an old man 
now, Shoju, and it is you who will carry on this teaching. Here is a book that has been 
handed down from Master to Master for seven generations. I have myself added some 
notes to it that you will find valuable. Here, keep it with you as a sign that I have made 
you my successor. ” 

‘‘You had better keep the book yourself, ” said Shoju. “/ received your Zen without the 
help of written words, and I am quite content to let it be that way. ” 

“I know, I know, ” said Munan patiently. “Even so, the book has served seven 
generations and may be helpful to you too. Here, keep it with you. ” 

The two happened to be talking near the fire-place. The instant the book touched 
Shoju ’s hand he flung it into the fire. He had no lust for written words. 

Munan, who was never known to be angry before shouted, “You must be crazy! What 
are you doing? ” 

Shoju shouted back, “You are crazy yourself ! What are you saying? ” 


THE DEVIL AND HIS FRIEND 

The devil went for a walk with a friend. They saw a man ahead of them stoop down 
and pick up something from the ground. 

“What did that man find? ” asked the friend. “A piece of Truth, ” said the devil. 

“Doesn ’t that disturb you? ” asked the friend. 

“No,” said the devil, “I shall let him make a belief out of it.” 

A religious belief is a signpost pointing the way to Truth. When you cling to the 
signpost you are prevented from moving towards the Truth because you think you have it 
already. 


NASRUDDIN IS DEAD 

Nasruddin was in a philosophical frame of mind: “Life and Death — who can say what 
they are?” His wife looked up from her cooking and said, “You men ore all alike — 
unpractical. Anyone can fell that when o man ’s extremities are rigid and cold, he is 
dead. ” 

Nasruddin was impressed by his wife ’s efficient wisdom. One day he was out in the 
snow when his hands and feet went numb. “I must be dead, ” he thought. Then came a 
further thought: “If I am dead, what am I doing walking about? I should be lying down 
like a normal corpse. ” Which is exactly what he did. 

An hour later, a group of traveller ’s, finding him by the roadside; fell to arguing 
among themselves about whether he was dead or alive. Nasruddin yearned to cry out, 
“Fools, can 't you see my extremities are rigid and cold? ” But he knew better than to say 
that, for corpses do not talk. 


They finally concluded he was dead and put him on their shoulders to take him to the 
cemetery. They hadn 7 gone a mile when they came to a forking of the ways. A fresh 
dispute arose as to which road led to the burial ground. Nasruddin put up with this till he 
could take it no longer. Then he sat up and said: “Excuse me, gentleman, but the road to 
the cemetery is the one to your left. I know that corpses do not speak, but I have broken 
the rule this once and I assure you it will not happen again. ” 

When Reality clashes with a rigidly held belief, Reality is generally the loser. 


BONES TO TEST OUR FAITH 

A Christian scholar who held the Bible to be literally true was once accosted by a 
scientist who said, “ According to the Bible the earth was made five thousand years ago. 
But we have discovered bones that point to life on earth a million years ago. ” 

Pat came the answer: “When God created earth five thousand years ago, he 
deliberately but those bones in to test our faith and see if we would believe his Word 
rather than scientific evidence. ” 

Further evidence of rigid belief leading to reality distortion. 


WHY GOOD PEOPLE DIE 

The village preacher at the home of an elderly parishioner was busy answering 
grandma ’s questions over a cup of coffee. 

“Why does the Lord send us epidemics every so often? ” asked the old lady. 

“Well,” said the preacher, “sometimes people become so wicked they have to be 
removed and so the good Lord allows the coming of epidemics. 

“But then, ” objected grandma, “why do so many good people get removed with the 
bad? ” 

“The good ones are summoned for witnesses, ” explained the preacher. “The Lord 
wants to give every soul a fair trial. ” 

There is nothing that the Rigid Believer cannot find an explanation for. 


THE MASTER DOES NOT KNOW 

The Seeker approached the Disciple and asked respectfully, “What is the meaning of 
human life? ” 

The Disciple consulted the Works of his Master and confidently replied: “Human life 
is nothing but the expression of God’s exuberance. 

When the Seeker addressed the same question to the Master himself, the Master said, 
“I do not know. ” 

The Seeker says, “I do not know.” That takes honesty. The Master says, “I do not 
know.” That takes a mystic’s mind that knows things through non-knowing. The 
Disciple says, “I know.” That takes ignorance in the form of borrowed knowledge. 


LOOK INTO HIS EYES 


The Commander of the Occupation troops said to the Mayor of the mountain village: 
“We know you are hiding a traitor. Unless you give him up to us, we shall harass your 
people by every means in our power. ” 

The village was, indeed, hiding a man who was evidently innocent. But what could the 
Mayor do now that the welfare of the village was at stake? Days of discussions in the 
Village Council led to no conclusion. So the Mayor took the matter up with the priest. 
Priest and Mayor spent a whole night searching the Scriptures and finally came up with 
a text that said, “It is better than one man die to save the nation. ” 

So the Mayor handed over the fugitive whose screams echoed through the village as 
he was tortured till he died. 

Twenty years later a prophet came to that village, went right up to that Mayor and 
said “How could you have done this? That man was sent by God to be the saviour of this 
coun try. And you handed him over to be tortured and killed. ” 

“But where did I go wrong? ” the Mayor pleaded. “The priest and I looked at the 
Scriptures and did what they commanded. ” 

“That’s where you went wrong, ” said the prophet. “You looked at the Scriptures. You 
should have looked into his eyes. ” 


WHEAT FROM EGYPTIAN TOMBS 

A handful of wheat, five thousand years old, was found in the tomb of one of the kings 
of ancient Egypt. Someone planted the grains and, to everyone ’s amazemen t, they came 
to life. 

An enlightened person’s words are like seeds of life and energy. They can remain in 
the form of seeds for centuries until they are sown in the fertile soil of a receptive heart. 

I used to think the words of scripture dead and dry. But it was my heart that was 
barren and dead, so how could anything take root there? 


AMEND THE SCRIPTURES 

Someone said to Buddha, “The things you teach, sir, are not to be found in 
Scripture. ” 

“Then put them there, ” said Buddha. 

Alter an embarrassed pause the man went on to say, “May I dare to suggest, sir, that 
some of the things you teach actually contradict the Scriptures? ” 

“Then the Scriptures need amending, ’ said Buddha. 

A proposal was made at the United Nations that the Scriptures of every religion be 
revised; everything in them that leads to intolerance or cruelty should be deleted; 
everything that damages the dignity of human beings should be destroyed. 

When it was found that the author of the proposal was Jesus Christ, reporters rushed to 
his residence. His explanation was simple: “Scripture, like the Sabbath, is for human 
beings, not human beings for Scripture.” 


THE BLIND MAN’S WIFE 


Someone married off his ugly daughter 

to a blind man, for no one else would have her. 

When a doctor offered to restore the blind man ’s sight, the father of the girl .would not 
allow it, for he feared the man would repudiate his daughter. 

Sadi says about this tale, “The husband of an ugly woman is best left blind.” 

And a defensive person ignorant. 


THE PROFESSIONALS 

My religious life has been taken over by profes-sionals. To leam to pray I need a 
Spiritual Director; to find God’s will for me I consult an Expert in Discernment; to 
understand the Bible I consult a Scripture Scholar; to know if I have sinned or not I need 
the Moral Theologian; and to have my sins forgiven I kneel before the Priest. 

A native king in the South Sea Islands was hosting a banquet for a distinguished 
Western guest. 

When the time came to praise the guest. His Majesty remained seated on the floor 
while a professional orator, engaged for the occasion, eulogized the visitor. 

After the panegyric, the guest stood up to speak. His Majesty gently held him back. 
“No, no, ” he said, “I have hired an orator for you too. In our island we don 7 leave 
public speaking to amateurs. ” 

I wonder would God appreciate it if I became more amateur in my relationship with 
Him? 


A Sufi tale: 


THE EXPERTS 


A dead man suddenly came to life and began to pound on the lid of the coffin. 

The lid was raised; the man sat up. “What are you doing?’’ he said to the assembled 
crowd, “I am not dead.” 

His words were met with silent disbelief. One of the mourners finally said, “Friend, 
the doctors and the priests have certified that you are dead. So dead you are. ’’ 

And he was duly buried. 


THE SOUP OF THE SOUP OF THE DUCK 

A relative came to visit Nasruddin bringing a duck as a gift. So the bird was cooked 
and eaten. 

Soon a stream of guests began to call, each claiming to be a friend of the friend of the 
'man who brought you the duck. ’ Each one, of course, expected to be fed and housed on 
the strength of that hapless bird. 


The Mulla bore it manfully till the day a stranger arrived and said: “I am a friend of 
the friend of the kinsman who brought you the duck. ” And, like the others, he sat down, 
expecting to be fed. 

Nasruddin placed a bowl of steaming water under his nose. “What’s this? ” asked the 
stranger. 

“This, ” said the Mulla “is the soup of the soup of the duck that was brought me by 
your friend. ” 

One hears of people who became the disciples of the disciples of someone who 
experienced the Divine. 

How can you transmit a kiss through a messenger? 


THE MONSTER IN THE RIVER 

The village priest was distracted at his prayer by the children. To get rid of them he 
said, “Hurry to the river and you will see a monster breathing fire through his nostrils. ” 

Soon the whole village had heard of this monstrous apparition and was rushing to the 
river. The priest too joined the crowd. As he panted his way through four solid miles, he 
kept saying to himself, “It is true I invented the story. But you never can tell I” 

A good way to believe in the gods we have created is to convince others of their 
existence. 


THE POISONED ARROW 

A monk once said to the Lord Buddha, “Do the souls of the just survive death? ” 

Characteristically, Buddha gave him no reply. 

But the monk persisted. Each day he would repeat the question; and each day he 
would get silence for an answer till he could take it no more and threatened to quit unless 
this crucial question was answered to his satisfaction, for to what purpose was he Jiving 
a life of renunciation if the souls of the just perished with their bodies ? 

Then the Lord Buddha, in his compassion, spoke: “You are like a man, “he said, 
“who was dying from a poisoned arrow. His relatives rushed a doctor to his side, but he 
refused to have the arrow taken out unless he had the answer to these three vital 
questions: First, was the man who shot him white or black? Second, was he tall or short? 
And third, was he a Brahmin or an out-caste? ” 

The monk stayed on! 


THE BABY STOPS CRYING 

He claimed that, for all practical purposes, he had become an atheist. If he really 
thought for himself he would not believe the things his religion taught. The existence of 
God created more problems than it solved; life after death was a piece of wishful 
thinking; the scriptures and tradition had done as much harm as good. All these things 
were invented to soften the loneliness and despair of human life. 


It was best to let him be. He was going through a stage of discovery and growth. 

The Master was once asked by his disciple, 

“What is the Buddha? ” He replied, 

“The mind is the Buddha. ” 

Another day, when asked the same question, he said, 

“No mind. No Buddha. ” 

The disciple was confused: 

“But the other day you said, 'The mind is the Buddha. 

Said the Master, 

“That was to stop the baby crying. When the baby stops crying, I say. No mind. No 
Buddha. 

The baby in him had ceased to cry and he was ready for the truth. So it was best to let 
him be. 

But when he started preaching his new-found atheism to those who weren’t prepared 
for it, he had to be restrained: “There was a time when people adored the sun: the pre- 
scientific age. Then came the scientific age when they realized that the sun was not a god; 
it was not even a living thing. Finally came the age of mysticism when Francis of Assisi 
would call the sun his Brother and speak to it in reverential love.” 

“Your faith was that of a frightened child. Now that you have become fearless you 
have no need of it. Hopefully you will move on to the mystic stage and some day finds 
your faith again.” 

Faith is the fearless search for truth. 

So it is not lost when one questions one’s beliefs. 


THE EGG 

Nasruddin earned his living selling eggs. Someone came to his shop one day and said, 
“Guess what I have in my hand. ” 

“Give me a clue, ” said Nasruddin. 

“I shall give you several: It has the shape of an egg, the size of an egg. If looks like on 
egg, tastes like an egg and smells like an egg. Inside it is yellow and white. It is liquid 
before it is cooked, becomes thick when heated. It was, moreover laid by a hen... ” 

“Aha! I know! ” said Nasruddin. “It is some kind of cake! ” 

The expert misses the obvious! The Chief Priest misses the Messiah! 


SHOUT TO KEEP SAFE — AND CERTAIN 

A prophet came to convert the inhabitants of the city. At first people listened to his 
sermons, but soon they drifted away till there was not a single soul to hear the prophet 
when he spoke. 

One day a traveller said to him, “Why do you go on preaching? ” 


Said the prophet, “In the beginning I hoped to change these people. If I still go on 
shouting it is to keep them from changing me. ” 


RIVER WATER FOR SALE 

The Master’s sermon consisted of one enigmatic sentence. 

With a wry smile he said, “ All I do is sit on the river bank setting river water. ” 
I was so busy buying the water that I failed to see the river. 


THE MEDAL 

A mother could not get her son to come home before sunset. So, she told him that the 
road to their house was haunted by ghosts who come out after dusk. 

By the time the boy grew up he was so afraid of ghosts that he refused to run errands 
at night. So she gave him a medal and taught him that it would protect him. 

Bad religion gives him faith in the medal. 

Good religion gets him to see that ghosts do not exist. 


NASRUDDIN IN CHINA 

Mulla Nasruddin went to China. There he gathered a group of disciples to prepare 
them for enlightenment. When they became enlightened, they stopped coming to his 
lectures! 

It is no credit to your Guru that you sit at his feet forever. 


THE GURU’S CAT 

Each time the guru sat for worship with his students the ashram cat would come in to 
distract them, so he ordered them to tie it when the ashram was at prayer. 

After the guru died the cat continued to be tied at worship time. And when the cat 
expired, another cat was brought into the ashram to make sure that the guru ’s orders 
were faithfully observed at worship time. 

Centuries passed and learned treatises were written by the guru ’s scholarly disciples 
on the liturgical significance of tying up a cat while worship is performed. 


LITURGICAL VESTMENTS 

October, 1917: The Russian Revolution is born. History takes a new direction. 

The story goes that the Russian Church was assembled in Council that very month. A 
passionate debate arose about the colour of a certain liturgical vestment. Some wanted 
white. Others purple. 

Coming to grips with a Revolution is more of a bother than organizing a Liturgy. I’d 
rather say my prayers than get involved in neighbourhood disputes. 


DANDELIONS 


A man who took great pride in his fawn found himself with a large crop of 
dan-delions. He fried every method he knew to destroy them. Still they plagued him. 

Finally he wrote the Department of Agri-culture. He enumerated all the things he had 
tried and closed his letter with the question: “What shall I do now? ” 

In due course the reply came: “We suggest you learn to love them. ” 

I was proud of my lawn but I too was plagued with dandelions that I kept fighting with 
every means in my power. So learning to love them was no easy task. 

I began by talking .to them each day. Cordial. Friendly. They maintained a sullen 
silence. They were smarting from the war I had waged against them — and were 
suspicious of my motives. 

But the day came when they smiled. And relaxed. And we started to be friends. 

My lawn, of course, was ruined. But how attractive my garden became! 

He was becoming blind by degrees. And he (ought it with every means in his power. 
When medicine gave out, he fought it with his emotions. It took courage to say, “I 
suggest you leam to love your blindness.” 

At first he would have nothing to do with it. And when he eventually brought himself 
to speak to his blindness his words were bitter. But he kept on speaking till the bitterness 
became resignation and tolerance and acceptance and, one day, much to his own surprise, 
friendliness... and love. Then came the day when he was able to put his arm around his 
blindness and say, “I love you.” That was the day I saw him smile again. 

His vision, of course, was lost forever. But how attractive his face became! 


DON’T CHANGE 

I was a neurotic for years. Anxious, depressed, selfish. And eveiyone kept telling me to 
change. 

And I resented them, and agreed with them, and wanted to change, but simply 
couldn ’t, no matter how I tried. 

What hurt the most was that, like the others, my closest friend kept urging me to 
change. So I felt powerless and trapped. 

One day he said “Don ’t change. I love you as you are. ” 

Those words were music to my ears: “Don 7 change. Don 7 change. Don 7 change... I 
love you as you are. ” 

I relaxed. I came alive. And, suddenly, I changed! 

Now I know that I couldn’t really change till I found someone to love me whether I 
changed or not. 

Is this how you love me, God? 


MY FRIEND 


Malik, son of Dinar , was upset about the profligate behaviour of a youth who lived 
next door. For a long time he did nothing, hop-ing someone else would intervene. But 
when the youth ’s behaviour became intolerable Malik went to him and insisted that he 
change his ways. 

The youth calmly replied he was a protege of the Sultan, so no one could prevent him 
from living as he wished. 

Said Malik, “I shall personally complain to the Sultan. ” Said the youth, “That will be 
a waste of time because the Sultan will not change his mind. ” 

“1 shall then denounce you to Allah, ” Malik said. “Allah, ” said the youth, “is far too 
forgiving to condemn me. ” 

What hurt the most was that, like the others, my closest friend kept urging me to 
change. So I felt powerless and trapped. 

One day he said “Don ’t change. I love you as you are. ” 

Those words were music to my ears: “ Don ’t change. Don ’t change. Don ’t change... I 
love you as you are. ” 

I relaxed. I came alive. And, suddenly, I changed! 

Now I know that I couldn’t really change till I found someone to love me whether I 
changed or not. 

Is this how you love me, God? 


WE ARE THREE, YOU ARE THREE 

When his ship stopped at a remote island for a day, the bishop determined to use the 
time as profitably as possible. He strolled along the seashore and came across three 
fishermen attending to their nets. In Pidgin English they announced to him that centuries 
be/ore they had been Christianized by missionaries. “We, Christians! ” they said, proudly 
pointing to one another. 

The bishop was impressed. Did they know the Lord’s Prayer? They had never heard of 
it. The bishop was shocked. 

“What do you say, then, when you pray? ” 

“We lift eyes in heaven. We pray, ‘We are three, you are three, have mercy on us. ’” 
The bishop was appalled at the primitive, the downright here-tical, nature of the prayer. 
So he spent the whole day teaching them the Lord’s Prayer. The fishermen were poor 
learners, but they gave it all they had and before the bishop sailed away next day he had 
the satisfaction of hearing them go through the formula faultlessly. 

Months later his ship happened to pass by those islands again and the bishop, as he 
paced the deck reciting evening prayer, recalled with pleasure the three men on that 
distant island who were now able to pray, thanks to his patient efforts. 

Suddenly he saw a spot of light in the east that kept approaching the ship and, as he 
gazed in wonder, he saw three figures walking on the water. The captain stopped the boat 
and everyone leaned over the rails to see this sight. 


They were the bishop’s fishermen, of course. “Bishop,” they exclaimed, “We hear 
your boat go past and come hurry-hurry meet you. ” 

“What is it you want? ” asked the awe-stricken bishop. 

“Bishop, ” they said, “We so, so sorry. We forget lovely prayer. We say: Our Father in 
heaven, holy be your name, your kingdom come... then we forget. Tell us prayer again. ” 

It was a chastened bishop who replied, “Go back to your homes, my friends, and each 
time you pray, say, “We are three, you are three, and have mercy on us!” 


PRAYER CAN BE DANGEROUS 

Here is a favourite of the Sufi Master Sadi of Shiraz: 

A friend of mine was delighted that his wife was pregnant. He ardently desired a male 
child. And he made vows to God with this in mind. 

His wife gave birth to a boy. My friend rejoiced and threw a party for the entire 
village. 

Years later, on my return from Mecca, I passed through the village of my friend and 
was told he was in jail. 

“What happened? ” I asked. 

“His son got drunk, killed a man and ran away. So his father has been thrown into 
prison. ” 

To persistently ask God for what we want is laudable — and perilous. 


NARADA 

Narada the Hindu sage was on a pilgrimage to the temple of Lord Vishnu. He was 
given hospitality one night in the hut of a childless couple. Before he set out again the 
man said to Narada, “You are going to worship Vishnu. Tell him to give me a child. ” 

Narada said to the Lord, “Be merciful to that man and give him a child. ” The Lord 
replied, with an air of finality, “It is not in the destiny of that man to have children. ” So 
Narada performed his devotions and went back home. 

Five years later he was on pilgrimage again and was again given shelter by the 
hospitable couple- This time two little children were playing at the door of the hut. 

“ Whose children are these? ” said Narada. “Mine, ” said the man. 

Narada was intrigued. The man went on, “After you left us, five years ago, a sannyasi 
came to our village. We put him up for the night and next day, before he departed, he 
blessed my wife and me... and these are the fruits of his blessing. " 

When Narada got to the temple next day, he shouted front the forecourt, “Did you not 
tell me it was not in the destiny of that man to have children? He has two! ” 

The Lord laughed aloud when he heard this. “That must be the doing of a saint, ” he 
said. “Saints have the power to change destiny/” 

As they discovered at a wedding feast when the mother of Jesus got him to work a 
miracle before his destiny allowed it. 


DESTINY IN A TOSSED COIN 


The Japanese General Nabunaga decided to attack even though he had only one 
soldier to the enemy ’s ten. He was sure he would win, but his soldiers were full of fear. 

On the way to battle they stopped at a Shinto shrine. After praying in the shrine 
Nabunaga came out and said, “I shall now toss a coin. If it is heads, we shall win. If 
tails, we shall lose. Destiny will now reveal herself. ” 

He tossed the coin, ft was heads. The soldiers were so keyed up for the fight that they 
wiped out the enemy. 

Next day an aide said to Nabunaga, “No one can change Destiny. ” 

“Right, ” said Nabunaga showing him a doubled coin that was heads on both sides. 

Who makes Destiny? 


PRAYING FOR RAIN 

When the neurotic comes for help, he rarely wants to be healed, for healing is a 
painful thing. What he really wants is to be made comfortable in his neurosis. Often he is 
looking for a miracle — a painless cure. 

The old man dearly loved his after-dinner pipe. One night his wife smelled something 
burning and shouted, “For heavens sake. Pa! You ’ve set your whiskers on fire. ” 

' 7 know if, ’’ answered the old man angrily. ‘Can ’t you see I In praying for rain ? ” 


THE DISABLED FOX 

A fable of the Arab mystic Sadi: 

A man walking through the forest saw a fox that had lost its legs and wondered how it 
lived. Then he saw a tiger come with game in its mouth. The tiger had his fill and left the 
rest for the fox. 

The next day too God sent, the tiger to feed the fox. The man began to wonder 

at God’s greatness and thought. “I too shall lie in a corner trusting the Lord to give 
me ail I need. ” 

He did this for a month, and was almost at death ’s door when he heard a Voice that 
said, “O you who are on the path of error, open your eyes to the Truth! Imitate the tiger 
not the fox. ” 

On the street I saw a naked child, hungry and shiver-ing in the cold. I became angry 
and said to God, “Why do you allow this? Why don’t you do something?” 

God did not reply. That night he said, quite sudden-ly, “I certainly did something. I 
made you.” 


THE FOOD GOD 

God decided to visit the earth so He sent an angel to survey the place be/ore his visit. 


The angel brought back this report: “Most of them are starving and most of them are 
unemployed. ” 

God said, “Then I shall become incarnate in the form of food for the hungry and work 
for the unemployed. ” 


THE FIVE MONKS 

The Lama of the South sent a request to the Great Lama of the North for a wise and 
holy monk to train the novices. To everyone ’s astonishment, the Great Lama sent five 
monks instead of one. To those who enquired he said, cryptically, “We will be lucky if 
one of them gets to the Lama. 

The group had been on the road some days when a messenger came running up to 
them and said, “The priest of our village has died. We need someone to take his place. ” 
The village seemed a pleasant place and the priest’s salary was princely. One of the 
monks was seized with pastoral concern. “I should not be a Buddhist, ” he said, “If 1 did 
not serve these people. ” So he dropped out. 

Some days later they were at the palace of a king who took a fancy to one of them. 
“Stay with us, “said the king, “and you shall marry my daughter. And when I die, you 
will be king. ” The monk was drawn to the lustre of the throne, so he said, “What better 
way to influence the people of this kingdom than to be king? I should not be a Buddhist if 
I did not seize this chance to serve the interests of religion. “He too dropped out. 

One night, in a hilly region, the monks came to the solitary hut of a pretty girl who 
gave them hospitality and thanked God for their presence. Her parents had been killed by 
moun tain bandits and the girl was all alone and very fearful. Next day, when it was time 
to leave, one of the monks declared, “I shall stay on here. I shoidd not be a Buddhist if I 
did not show compassion to this girl. ” 

The remaining two finally came to a Buddhist village and were scandalized to find 
that the inhabitants had abandoned their religion under the in-fluence of a Hindu 
theologian. One of the monks said, “I owe it to these people and to the Lord Buddha 
himself to win them back to the faith. ” 

The fifth monk eventually got to the Lama of the South. 

I have always dropped out for the best of reasons: to reform the liturgy, to change 
Church structures, to update the study of scripture and to make theology relevant. 
Religious activity is my favourite escape from God. 


THE JOB 

Enter the first applicant. 

“You understand that this is a simple test we are giving you before we offer you the 
job you have applied for? ” 

“Yes. “ 

“Well, what is two plus two? ” 

“Four. ” 


Enter the second applicant. 

“ Are you ready for the test? ” 

“Yes” 

“Well, what is two plus two? ” 

“Whatever the boss says it is. ” 

The second applicant got the job. 

Which comes first, orthodoxy or the truth? 


DIOGENES 

The philosopher Diogenes was dining on bread and lentils. He was seen by the 
philosopher Aristippus who lived in considerable comfort by fawning on the king. 

Said Aristippus, “Learn subservience to the king and you will not live on lentils. ” 

Said Diogenes, “Learn /o live on len tils and you will not have to cultivate the king. 

STAND UP AND BE COUNTED 

When Krushchev pronounced his famous denunciation of Stalin, someone in the 
Congress Hall is reported to have said, “Where were you. Comrade Krushchev, when all 
those innocent people were being slaughtered? ” 

Krushchev paused, looked round the Hall, and said, “Will the person who said that 
kindly stand up! ” 

Tension mounted in the Hall. No one moved. 

Said Krushchev, “Well, whoever you are, you have your answer now. I was in exactly 
the same position then as you find yourself in now. ” 


THE TRUTH SHOP 

I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw the name of the shop: THE TRUTH SHOP. 

The salesgirl was very polite: What type of truth did I wish to purchase, partial or 
whole? The whole truth, of course. No deceptions for me, no defences, norationalizations. 
I wanted my truth plain and unadulterated. She waved me on to another side of the store. 

The salesman there pointed to the price tag. “ The price is very high, sir, ” he said. 
“What is it?” I asked, determined to get the whole truth, no matter what it cost. “Your 
security, sir, ” he answered. 

I came away with a heavy heart. I still need the safety of my unquestioned beliefs. 


THE NARROW PATH 

God warned the people of an earthquake that would swallow up the waters of the 
land. The water that replaced them would make eveiyone insane. 


Only the prophet took God seriously. He saved up a supply of water in his mountain 
cave to last him till he died. 

Sure enough, the earthquake came, the water vanished and new water tilled the 
streams and lakes and rivers. A few months later the prophet came down to the plains. 
Everyone had indeed gone mad, and attacked him, for they thought it was he who was 
insane. 

So the prophet went back to his mountain cave, glad for the water he had saved. But 
he could not bear his loneliness so he went down to the plains once more. Again he was 
rejected by the people for he was so unlike them. 

The prophet then succumbed. He threw away the water he had saved, drank the new 
water with the people and became one with them in their insanity. 

The way to Truth is narrow. You always walk alone. 


THE PHONEY 

It was some sort of New Religion. The hail was pocked mostly with elderly ladies. One 
of the speakers was dressed in nothing more than a turban and a loincloth; He spoke, 
fee-lingly, of the power of Mind over Matter. 

Everyone listened spellbound. The speaker eventually returned to his place right in 
front of me. His neighbour turned to him and asked in a loud whisper, “Do you really 
believe what you said, that the body feels nothing at all and it’s ail in the mind? ” 

“Of course I do, ” said the phoney with pious conviction. 

“Then, ” said his neighbour, “Would you mind changing places with me? I’m sitting in 
a draught. 

Why do I try to practise what I preach? If I stuck to preaching what I practise I’d be 
less of a phoney. 


THE DREAM CONTRACT 

Nasruddin was fast asleep at nine in the morning. The sun was in the sky, the birds 
were singing in the trees and his breakfast was getting cold. So his wife decided to wake 
him. 

He woke up in a rage. “Why did you wake me up just now? ” he yelled. 

“The sun has risen in the sky, ” said she, “the birds are singing in the trees and your 
breakfast is getting cold. ” 

“Breakfast be damned, ” he said, “I was about to sign a contract worth a million 
grammes of gold! ” 

With that he closed his eyes to recapture 

his shattered dream and those million grammes of gold. 

Now Nasruddin was cheating in that contract and his business partner was a tyrant. 

If, on recapturing the dream, he stops his cheating, he will become a saint. 


If he struggles to free the people from the oppression of the tyrant he will be a freedom 
fighter. 

If, in the middle of it all, he suddenly realizes he is dreaming, he will become 
Awakened. Enlightened. 

What kind of saint or freedom fighter are you if you are still asleep? 


VERY WELL, VERY WELL 

A village girl became an unwed mother and, after several beatings, revealed who the 
father was: the Zen Master living on the outskirts of the village. 

The villagers trooped into the Master’s house, rudely disturbed his meditation, 
denounced him as a hypocrite and told him to keep the baby. All the Master said was, 
“Very well. Very well. ” 

He picked the baby up and made arrangements with the woman next door to look after 
it at his expense. 

His name, of course, was ruined, and his disciples all abandoned him. 

When this had gone on for a year, the girl could bear if no longer and confessed that 
she had lied. The father was the boy next door. 

The villagers bowed profoundly to the Master to beg his pardon and ask to take the 
baby back. And all the Master said as he handed back the child was, “Very well. Very 
well. ” 

The Awakened man! 


SONS DEAD IN A DREAM 

A fisherman and his wife got a son after many years of marriage. The boy was his 
parents pride and Joy. Then, one day, he became seriously ill and, though a fortune was 
spent on medicines, he died. 

The mother was broken-hearted. There wasn 7 a tear in the father ’s eyes. 

When his wife reproached him for his lack of sorrow, the fisherman said, “Let me tell 
you why I do not weep. Last night I dreamt I was a king and the father of eight sturdy 
boys. Then suddenly I woke up. Now I am greatly puzzled: Should I weep for those boys 
or for this one?” 


THE GOLDEN EAGLE 

A man found an eagle’s egg and placed it under a brooding hen. The eaglet hatched 
with the chickens and grew to be dike them. He clucked and cackled; scratched the earth 
for worms; flapped his wings and managed to fly a few feet in the air. 

Years passed. One day, the eagle, now grown old, saw a magnificent bird above him 
in the sky. It glided in graceful majesty against the powerful wind, with scarcely a 
movemen t of its golden wings. 

Spellbound, the eagle asked, “Who ’s that? ” 


“Thai’s the king of the birds, the eagle, ” said his neighbour. “He belongs to the sky. 
We belong to earth — we ’re chickens. ” 

So the eagle lived and died a chicken for that’s what he thought he was. 


THE DUCKLING 

The Sufi saint, Shams-e Tabrizi tells the following story about himself: 

I have been considered a misfit since my childhood days. No one seemed to 
understand me. My own father once said to me, “You are not crazy enough to be put in a 
madhouse, and not withdrawn enough to be put in a monastery. What shall I do with 

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your 

I replied, “A duck’s egg was put under a hen. When the egg hatched the duckling 
walked with the hen to the edge of a pool and went straight into the water. The poor hen 
stayed anxiously clucking on land. Now, dear father, I have walked into the Ocean and 
find in it my home. Am I to blame if you choose to stay on shore? ” 


THE SALT DOLL 

A salt doll journeyed for thousands of miles and stopped on the edge of the sea. 

It was fascinated by this moving liquid mass, so unlike anything it had seen before. 
“Come in and see, ” said the sea with a smile. 

So the doll waded in. The further it went the more it dissolved till there was only a 
pinch of it left. Before that last bit dissolved, the doll exclaimed in wonder, “Now I know 
what I am!” 

“What are you? ” said the salt doll to the sea. 


WHO AM I? 

A tale from Attar of Neishapur 

The lover knocked of his Beloved’s door. 

“Who knocks? ” said the Beloved from within. 

“It is I, ” said the lover. 

“Go away. This house will not hold you and me. ” 

The lover withdrew and pondered for years on the words the Beloved had said. Then 
he returned and knocked again. 

“ Who knocks?” 

“It is you. ” 

The door was immediately opened. 


THE TALKATIVE LOVER 


A lover pressed his suit unsuccessfully for many months, suffering the atrocious pains 
of rejection. Finally his sweet-heart yielded. “Come to such and such a place, at such and 
such an hour, ” she said. 

So the lover finally found himself seated beside his beloved. He pulled out a sheaf of 
love letters that he had written to her over the months. They were passionate expressions 
of pain and burning desire. He began to read them aloud. The minutes passed and he 
read on and on. 

Finally the woman burst out, “What kind of a blockhead are you? Those letters fell of 
your longing. Well, here I am with you at last, and you are lost in your ludicrous letters. ” 

“Here I am with you,” says God, “and you keep thinking of me in your head, talking 
of me with your tongue, and searching for me in your books. When will you shut up and 
see?” 


DROPPING THE ‘I’ 

Disciple: I have come to offer you my service. 

Master: If you dropped the 7’ service would certainly follow. 

You could give all your goods to feed the poor and your body to be burnt and not have 
love at all. 

Keep your goods and drop the ‘I’. Don’t burn your body; bum the ego. Love will 
instantly arise. 


DROP YOUR NOTHING 

Disciple: I have come to you with nothing in my hands. 
Master: Drop it at once! 

Disciple: But how can I drop it? It is nothing. 

Master: Then carry it around with you! 

Your nothing can be your most valued possession. 


THE ZEN MASTER AND THE CHRISTIAN 

A Christian visited a Zen Master and said, “Allow me to read you the Sermon on the 
Mount. ” 

“I shall listen with pleasure, ” said the Master. 

The Christian read a sentence and looked up. The Master smiled and said, “Whoever 
said those words was truly an Enlightened Man. ” 

This pleased the Christian. He read on. The Master interrupted and said, “Those 
words come from a Saviour of mankind. ” 

The Christian was delighted. He read on to the end. The Master then declared, “That 
sermon was pronounced by someone radiant with Divinity. ” 


The Christian’s joy was boundless. He left, determined to return another day and 
persuade the Master to become a Christian. 

On the way back home he found Jesus standing by the roadside. “Lord,” he said 
excitedly, “I got that man to confess you are divine!” 

Jesus smiled and said, “And did it do you any good except inflate your Christian ego?” 


COMFORT FOR THE DEVIL 

An ancient Christian legend: 

When the Son of God was nailed to the Cross and died, he went straight down to hell 
and set free all the sinners there in torment. 

And the Devil wept and wailed for he thought he would get no more sinners for hell. 

Then God said to him, “Do not weep, for I shall send you all those who are self- 
righteous in their condemnation of sinners. And hell will fill up again till I return. ” 


BETTER SLEEP THAN SLANDER 

Sadi of Shiraz tells this tale about himself: 

I used to be a pious child, fervent in prayer and devotion. One night I was keeping 
vigil with my father, the Holy Koran on my lap. 

The others in the room began to slumber and soon everyone was fast asleep, so I said 
to my father, “None of these sleepers opens his eyes or raises his head to say his prayers. 
You would think they were dead. ” 

My father replied, “My beloved son, I would rather you too were sleeping like them 
than slandering. ” 


THE MONK AND THE WOMAN 

Two Buddhist monks, on their way to the monastery, found an exceedingly beautiful 
woman at the river bank. Like them, she wanted to cross the river, but the water was too 
high. So one of them took her across on his shoulders. 

The other was thoroughly scandalized. For two hours he scolded the offender for his 
breach of the Rule: Had he forgotten he was a monk? How had he dared to touch the 
woman? And worse, carry her over the river? And what would people say? Had he not 
disgraced their holy Religion? And so on. 

The victim took if gamely. At the end of the lecture he said, “Brother, I dropped that 
woman at the river. Are you carrying her still? ” 

The Arab mystic, Abu Hassan Bushanja, says, “The act of sinning is not so harmful as 
the desire and the thought of it. It is one thing for the body to indulge in pleasure for a 
moment, and quite another for the mind and heart to chew on it endlessly.” 

Each time I chew on the sins of others, I suspect the chewing gives me greater 
pleasure than the sinning gives the sinner. 


THE SPIRITUAL HEART ATTACK 


Uncle Tom had a weak heart, so when the family learnt that he had inherited a billion 
dollars, they feared to tell him lest the news give him a stroke. So they sought the help of 
the priest who assured them he would do the needful. 

“Tell me, Tom, ” said Father Murphy, “If God, in his mercy, were to send you a 
billion dollars, what would you do with them?” 

“I’d give you half of it for the Church, Father. ” Father Murphy got the stroke! 

When an industrialist got a stroke from pushing his industrial empire it was easy to, 
show him his selfishness and greed. When the priest got a stroke from pushing God’s 
Kingdom he could not see that this was selfishness in a more respectable disguise: Is it 
God’s Kingdom you are pushing or yourself? The Kingdom needs no pushing. Your 
anxiety betrays you, does it not? 


TO KNOW CHRIST 

A dialogue between a recent convert and an unbelieving friend: 

“So you have been converted to Christ? ” 

“Yes. ” 

“Then you must know a great deal about him. Tell me: what country was he born in? ” 
“I don 7 know. ” 

“What was his age when he died? ” 

“I don 7 know. ” 

“How many sermons did he preach? ” 

“I don 7 know. ” 

“You certainly know very little for a man who claims to be converted to Christ. 
“You are right. I am ashamed at how little I know about him. But this much I know: 
Three years ago I was a drunkard. I was in debt. My family was falling apart. My wife 
arid children would dread my corning home each day. Now I have given up drink; we are 
out of debt; ours is a happy home. All this Christ has done. This much I know of him! ” 

To really know. That is, to be transformed by what one knows. 


THE LOOK OF JESUS 

In the gospel according to Luke we read: 

But Peter said, “ Man I do not know what you are talking about. ” At that moment, 
while he was still speaking, a cock crew; arid the Lord turned and looked straight at 
Peter... and Peter went outside and wept. 

I. related well with the Lord. I would converse with him, thank him, and ask for help. 

But always I had this uneasy feeling that he wanted me to look at him... And I would 
not. I would talk, but look away when I sensed he was looking at me. 


I was afraid I should find an accusation in his eyes of some unrepented sin. Or a 
demand: something he wanted from me. 

One day I summoned up courage and looked! There was no accusation. No demand. 
The eyes just said, “I love you.” 

And, like Peter, I went outside and wept. 


THE GOLDEN EGG 

A reading from the Scriptures: 

This is what the Lord says: A farmer owned a goose that laid a golden egg each day. 
His wife, an avaricious woman, could not resign herself to a single egg a day. So she 
killed the goose in the hope of getting all (he eggs at once. 

Thus far the Word of God! 

An Atheist heard that text and scoffed: A goose that lays golden eggs! It goes to show, 
the absurdi-ty of your Scriptures! 

When a religious Scholar read that text, he reacted thus: “ The Lord revealed the 
existence of that goose, so it must be true no matter how absurd it seems. Now you will 
ask, as well you may, how an egg, while never ceasing to be an egg in every sense, can 
simultaneously have the properties of gold. Different schools of thought explain it 
differently. But what is called for here is an act of faith in this mystery that baffles human 
understanding. ” 

There was even a preacher who, inspired by that text, travelled through towns and 
villages seriously exhor-ting the inhabitants to accept the fact that, at some privileged 
point in human history, God had created golden eggs. 

It is better to teach people the evils of avarice than to promote belief in golden eggs. 


GOOD NEWS 

Jesus began to teach in parables. He said: The kingdom of God is like two brothers 
who were called by God to give up all they had and serve humanity. 

The older responded to the call though he had to tear himself away from his fiancee 
arid his family and go oft to a distant land to spend himself in the service of the poor. 
Years later he was imprisoned for his work tortured arid put to death. 

Arid the Lord said, “ Well done my good and faithful servant! You gave me a thousand 
measures of sendee. I shall now give you a thousand million measures of beatitude. Enter 
into the joy of your Lord. ” 

The younger boy ignored the call. He married the girl he loved and prospered in his 
business. He was kind to his wife and children arid gave occasional alms to the poor. 

And when he came to die, the Lord said, “Well done my good and faithful servant! 
You gave me twenty measures of service. I shall now give you a thousand million 
measures of beatitude. Enter into the joy of your Lord. ” 


When the older boy was told that his brother was to get the same reward as he, he was 
surprised. And he rejoiced. “Lord, ” he said, “had I known this at the time you called me 
I know I would have done exactly what I did for love of you. ” 


JONEYED AND THE BARBER 

The holy man Joneyed, dressed in beggar’s clothes, entered the barber’s shop in 
Mecca. The barber, who was shaving a nobleman, left his wealthy customer to shave this 
beggar first. And not only did he not charge him for his services, he even gave him alms 
and sent him on his way. 

Joneyed was so impressed; he resolved he would hand over to the barber whatever he 
got in the way of alms that day. It so happened that a well-to-do pilgrim gave him a purse 
full of gold coins. Overjoyed, he ran to the barber ’s shop and offered him the purse. 

When the barber understood why he was being given the gold, he was enraged. “What 
kind of a holy man are you, ” he yelled, 'that you come to reward me for an act of love!” 

A fantasy: 

The devotee yells at the Lord, “What kind 'of a God are you that you dare to reward 
my devotion!” 

The Lord replies with a smile “I am Love. So how can I offer rewards? ” 

When you seek recompense your gift becomes a bribe. 


THE ELDER SON 

When God walked into heaven and found that everyone was there, he wasn 7 pleased 
at all. He owed it to his justice, did he not, to cany out his threats? So everyone was 
summoned to his throne and the Angel asked to read the Ten Commandments. 

The First Commandment was announced. Said God, “All who have broken this 
Commandment will now betake themselves to hell. ” And so it was done. 

The same was done with each of the other Commandments. By the time the Angel 
came to read the Seventh, no one was left in heaven except a recluse — smug and self- 
complacent. 

God looked up and thought: ‘“Only one person left in heaven? That makes it very 
lonesome. ” So he shouted out, “Come back, everyone! ” 

When the recluse heard that everyone was forgiven, he ye/led in rage, “ This is unjust! 
Why didn ’t you tell me this before? ” 


THE OLD LADY’S RELIGION 

A very religious-minded old lady was dissatisfied with all existing religions, so she 
founded one of her own. 

A reporter, who genuinely wanted to understand her point of view, said to her, “Do 
you really believe, as people say you do, that no one will go to heaven except you and 
your housemaid? ” 


The old lady pondered the question carefully and said, “Well, I’m not so sure of 
Maty. ” 


. LOVE’S FORGETFULNESS 

“Why do you keep talking about my past mistakes? ” said the husband. “I thought you 
had forgiven and forgotten. ” 

“I have, indeed, ” said the wife. “But don 7 you ever forget that I have forgiven and 
forgotten. ” 

Sinner: “Remember not my sins, oh Lord! ” 

Lord: What sins? I forgot them long ago. You ’ll have to prod my memory. 

Love keeps no record of wrongs. (1 Cor. 13) 


THE LOTUS 

The Guru wanted his disciples to wear a special garb that would show the world their 
consecration. He called it giving witness. 

I saw a lotus in a pond and said, “How beautiful you are, my dear! And how beautiful 
must be the God who made you! ” 

And the lotus blushed. She was the lovelier for being so unconscious of her beauty. 

At another pond I found a lotus preening her petals to catch my eye. “ ‘Look at my 
beauty, ” she seemed to say, “and glorify my Maker. 

I walked on in disgust. 

When I set out to edify, I seek to impress — and become a well-intentioned Pharisee! 


THE TURTLE 

The Emperor of China sent ambassadors to a hermit living in the northern moun tains. 
They were to invite him to become Prime Minister of the Kingdom. 

After many days of travel the ambassadors arrived. The hermitage was empty! But 
nearby in the middle of a river was a half-naked man, seated on a rock, fishing with a 
line. Could this be the man the Emperor thought so highly of? Enquires at the village 
proved it was. So they returned to the river bank and, as respectfully as they could, 
attempted to attract the fisherman ’s attention. 

The hermit waded through the river and stood before the messengers barefoot, arms 
akimbo. 

“What is it you want?” 

“Honoured sir. His Majesty the Emperor of China, having heard of your wisdom and 
your holiness has sent us with these gifts. He invites you to accept the post of Prime 
Minister of the Realm. ” 

“Prime Minister of the Realm? ” 

“Yes, respected Sir. ” 


“Me?” 

“Yes, respected sir. ” 

“Is His Majesty out of his mind? ” said the hermit as he roared with uncontrollable 
laughter to the discomfiture of the ambassadors. 

When he was able to control himself the her-mit said, “Tell me — is it true that 
mounted over the main altar of the Emperor’s chapel is a stuffed turtle whose shell is 
encrusted with sparkling diamonds? ” 

“It is, venerable sir. ” 

“ And is it true that once a day the Emperor and his household gather to do homage to 
this diamond-decorated turtle? ” 

“It is, sir. ” 

“Now take this turtle here, wagging his tail in the muck. Do you think this little fellow 
would change places with the turtle in the palace?” 

“No, he would not. ” 

“Then go tell the Emperor that neither would I. For no one can be alive on a 
pedestal. ” 


BAYAZID BREAKS THE RULE 

Bayazid, the Moslem saint, would sometimes deliberately act against the outward 
forms and rituals of Islam. 

It once happened that, on his way back from Mecca, he stopped at the Iranian town of 
Key. The townsfolk, who revered him, rushed to make him welcome and created a great 
stir in the town. Bayazid, who was quite tired of this adulation, waited till he reached the 
market place. There he bought a loaf of bread and began to munch it in full view of his 
followers. It was a day of fasting in the month of Ramazan but Bayazid knew that his 
journey justified the breaking of the law. 

Not so his followers. They were so shocked at his behaviour that they promptly left 
him and went back to their homes. Bayazid impishly remarked to a disciple, “Did you see 
how the moment I did something contrary to their expectation, their veneration 
vanished? ” 

The price you pay for veneration is conformity. 


STREAKY PEOPLE 

A preacher put this question to a class of children: “If all good people were white and 
all bad people black, what colour would you be? ” 

Little Mary Jane replied: “I’d be streaky! ” 

So would the Preacher. So would the Mahatmas, Popes and saints. 

A man, looking for a good church to attend, happened to enter one in which the people 
and the priest were reading from their Prayer Book: “We have left undone those things 


which we ought to have done, and we have done those things which we ought not to have 
done. ” 

The man dropped into a seat and sighed, “Thank goodness, I’ve found my crowd at 
last. ” 

Attempts to hide your streakiness will sometimes be successful, always dishonest. 


MUSIC TO THE DEAF 

I used to be deaf. 

I would see people stand up and go through strange gyrations. 

They called it dancing. 

To me it looked absurd — until one day I heard the music! 

I fail to understand why saints — and lovers — behave the way they do. So I’m waiting 
for my heart to come alive. 


RICHES 

Husband: “I’m going to work hard, and some day we are going to be rich. ” 

Wife: “We are rich already, dear, for we have each other. Some day we may have 
money. ” 


THE CONTENTED FISHERMAN 

The industrialist was horrified to find the fisherman lying beside his boat, smoking a 
pipe. 

“Why aren ’t you out fishing? ” said the industrialist. 

“Because I have caught enough fish for the day. ” 

“Why don ’t you catch some more? ” 

“What would I do with it? ” 

“Earn more money. Then you could have a motor fixed to your boat and go into 
deeper waters and catch more fish. Thai would bring you money to buy nylon nets, so 
more fish, more money. Soon you would have enough to buy two boats... even a fleet of 
boots. Then you could be rich like me. ” 

“What would I do then? ” 

“Then you could really enjoy life. ” 

“What do you think I am doing now? ” 

Which would you rather have: a fortune or a capacity for enjoyment? 


THE SEVEN JARS OF GOLD 

A barber was passing under a haunted tree when he heard a voice say, “Would you 
like to have the seven jars of gold? ” He looked around and saw no one. But his greed 


was aroused, so he shouted eagerly, “Yes, I certainly would. ” “Then go home at once. ” 
said the voice. “You will find them there. ” 

The barber ran all the way home. Sure enough, there were the seven jars — ail full of 
gold, except for one that was only half-full. Now the barber could not bear the thought of 
having a half-filled jar. He felt a violent urge to fill it or he simply would not be happy. 

So he had all the jewellery of his family melted into coins and thrown info the half- 
filled jar. But the jar remained as half-filled as before. This was exasperating! He saved 
and skimped and starved himself and his family. To no avail. No matter how much gold 
he put into the jar it always stayed half-filled. 

One day he got the King to double his salary. So the fight to fill the jar was on again. 
He even took to begging. The jar devoured each piece of gold that was flung into it, but 
stubbornly refused to fill. 

The King now noticed how starved the barber looked. “What’s wrong with you?” he 
asked. “You used to be so happy when your salary was smaller. Now it has been doubled 
and you are worn out and dejected. Can it be that you have been given the seven jars of 
gold? ” 

The barber was astonished. “Who told you this, Your Majesty? ” he asked. 

The King laughed. “But these are obviously the symptoms of the person to whom the 
ghost has given the seven jars. He once offered them to me. When I asked if the money 
could be spent or was merely to be hoarded he vanished without a word. That money 
can ’t be spent. It only brings with it the compulsion to hoard. Go return it to the ghost 
this minute and you will be a happy man again. ” 


A PARABLE ON MODERN LIFE 

The animals met in assembly and began to complain that humans were always taking 
things away from them. 

“They take my milk, ” said the cow. “They take my eggs, ” said the hen. “They take my 
flesh for bacon, ” said the hog. “They hunt me for my oil, ” said the whale. 

The snail was the last to speak. “I have something they would certainly take away 
from me if they could. Some-thing they want more than anything else. I have time. ” 

You have all the time in the world if you would give it to yourself. What’s stopping 
you? 


HOFETZ CHAIM 

In the last century, a tourist from the States visited the famous Polish rabbi, Hofetz 
Chaim. 

He was astonished to see that the rabbi’s home was only a simple room filled with 
books. The only furni-ture was a table and a bench. 

“Rabbi, where is your furniture?” asked the tourist. 

“Where is yours? ” said Hofetz. 

“Mine? But I’m passing through. I’m only a visitor here. ” 


“So am I. ” 


THE SKY AND THE CROW 

A tale from the Bhagawat Purana: 

A crow once flew into the sky with a piece of meat in its beak. Twenty other crows set 
out in hot pursuit and began to attack it viciously. 

When the crow finally dropped-the meat, its pursuers left if alone and flew off 
shrieking after the morsel. 

Said the crow: “I’ve lost the meat and gained this peaceful sky. ” 

Said a Zen monk, 

“When my house burnt down I got an unobstructed view of the moon at night!” 

WHO CAN STEAL THE MOON? 

The Zen Master Ryokan lived a vety frugal life at the foot of a mountain. One night 
when the Master was away, a thief broke info his hut only to discover there was nothing 
there to steal. 

Ryokan returned and caught the burglar. “You have put yourself to much trouble to 
visit me, ” he said. “You must not go away empty-handed. Please take my blanket and 
clothes as a gift. ” 

The bewildered thief slunk off with the gift. 

Ryokan sat naked at the door of his hut, watching the moon in the sky. “Poor fellow, ” 
he said, “I wish I could give him this. ” 


THE DIAMOND 

When the sannyasi reached the outskirts of the village and settled under a tree for the 
night, a villager came running up to him and said, “The stone! The stone! Give me the 
precious stone!” 

“What stone? ” asked the sannyasi. 

“Last night Lord Shiva told me in a dream that if I went to the outskirts of the village 
at dusk a sannyasi would give me o stone that would make me rich forever. ” 

The sannyasi rummaged in his sack and, pulling out a stone, he said, “He probably 
meant this one. I found it in the forest yesterday. Here, it’s yours if you want it. ” 

The man gazed at the stone in wonder. It was the largest diamond in the world — the 
size of a man ’s head. 

Ail night he tossed about in bed. At break of day he woke the sannyasi and said, “Give 
me the wealth that makes it possible for you to give this stone away. ” 


PRAY FOR A CONTENTED MIND 


Said the Lord Vishnu to his devotee: “/ am weary of your never-ending petitions. I 
shall grant you three requests. Make sure you choose them carefully because, having 
granted them, I shall grant you nothing more. ” The elated devotee did not hesitate: 
“Here is my first request, ” he said, “I want my wife to die so I can marry a better 
woman. ” His wish was immediately granted. 

But when friends and relatives gathered for the funeral and began to recall the virtues 
of his wife, the devotee saw he had been hasty. So he asked the Lord to bring her back to 
life. 

That left him with just one petition. He was determined not to make a mistake this 
time, for there would be no chance to change it. He consulted widely. Some advised him 
to ask for immortality. But, what good was immortality, said others, if he did not have 
good health? And health if he had no money? And money if he had no friends? 

Years passed and he had still not made his choice: life or health or wealth or power or 
love. Finally he said to the Lord, “Tell me what to ask for. ” 

The Lord laughed when he saw the man ’s predicament, and said, “Ask to be content 
no matter what you get. ” 


THE WORLD FAIR OF RELIGIONS 

My friend and I went to the World Fair of Religions. Not a trade fair. But the 
competition was fierce, the propaganda loud. 

The hand-outs at the Jewish Stall said that God was All-Compassionate and the Jews 
were his Chosen People. The Jews. No other people were as Chosen as they. 

At the Moslem Stall we learnt that God was All-Merciful and Mohammed his only 
Prophet. Salvation comes from listening to God’s Prophet. 

The message at the Christian Stall was: God is Love and there is no salvation outside 
the Church. Join the Church or risk damna-tion forever. 

On the way out I asked my friend what he thought of God. He replied, “He ’s bigoted 
fanatical and cruel. ” 

Back home, I said to God, “How do you put up with this sort of thing? Don’t you see 
they have been gi-ving you a bad name for centuries?” 

God said, “It wasn’t I who organized the Fair. In fact, I’d be too ashamed to visit it.” 


DISCRIMINATION 

I went right bock to the Religious Fair. This time I heard a speech of the High Priest 
of the Balakri Religion. The Prophet Balakri, we were told, was the Messiah, born in the 
fifth century Holy Land of Mesambia. 

I had another exchange with God that night. “You ’re a great Discriminator, aren ’t 
you, God? Why does the fifth century have to be the enlightened century and Mesambia 
the holy land ? What’s wrong with my century? And my land? ” 


To which God answered, “A feast day is holy because it shows that every day is holy. 
And a sanctuary is holy because it indicates the holiness of every spot on earth. So the 
Messiah is called the Son of God to show that everyone is divine. ” 


JESUS AT THE FOOTBALL MATCH 

Jesus Christ said he had never been to football match. So we took him to one, my 
friends and I. It was a ferocious battle between the Protestant Punchers and the Catholic 
Crusaders. 

The Crusaders scored first. Jesus cheered wildly arid threw his hat high up in the air. 
Then the Punchers scored. And Jesus cheered wildly and threw his hat high up in the air. 

This seemed to puzzle the man behind us. He tapped Jesus on the shoulder and asked, 
“Which side are you rooting for, my good man? ” 

“Me?” replied Jesus, all excited, “Pm not rooting for either side. I’m just enjoying 
the game. ” 

The questioner turned to his neighbour and sneered, “Hmm, an atheist/” 

We took him up on this after the game. Was he in the habit of never taking sides? “I 
side People rather than Religions,” said Jesus, “Human Beings rather than Sabbath.” 


RELIGIOUS HATRED 

A tourist says to his guide, “You must be proud of your town. I was especially 
impressed by the number of Churches in it. Surely the people here must love the Lord. ” 

“Well, ” says the cynical guide, “they may love the Lord, but they sure as hell hate 
each other. ” 

Like the little girl who when asked, “Who are pagans?” replied, “Pagans are people 
who do not fight about religion.” 


OFFENSIVE AND DEFENSIVE PRAYER 

The Catholic football team was on its way to an important game. A reporter boarded 
the train and asked for the football coach. 

“/ understand, ” said the reporter, “that you carry a chaplain to pray for the success of 
the team. Would you mind introducing me to him?” 

“That would be a pleasure, ” said the coach. “Which one do you want to meet, the 
offensive or the defensive chaplain ? ” 


IDEOLOGY 

Here is a newspaper account of torture practised in modern concentration camps. 

The victim is bound to a metal chair then electric shocks ore administered to him in 
increasing intensity till he confesses. 


The torturer cups his hands and slaps the victim on the ear repeatedly till the eardrum 
breaks. 

A dentist straps the prisoner to a chair and drills till he strikes a nerve. The drilling 
goes on till the victim agrees to cooperate. 

Human beings are not naturally cruel. They become cruel when they are unhappy — or 
when they suc-cumb to an ideology. 

One ideology against another; one religion against another. And people crushed in 
between them. 

The men who crucified Jesus could very well have bean gentle husbands and loving 
fathers who prac-tised cruelty to maintain a religion or an ideology. 

If religious people had always followed the instinct of their heart rather than the logic 
of their religion we would have been spared the sight of heretics burning at stakes, 
widows walking into funeral pyres and in-nocent people slaughtered in wars that are 
waged in’ the name of God. 

Compassion has no ideology. 


CHANGE THE WORLD BY CHANGING ME 

The Sufi Bayazid says this about himself; “I was a revolutionary when I was young 
and a/I my prayer to God was: ‘Lord give me the energy to change the world. 

“As I approached middle age and realized that half my life was gone without my 
changing a single soul, I changed my prayer to: ‘Lord, give me the grace to change all 
those who come in contact with me. Just my family and friends, and I shall be content, 

‘Wow that I am an old man and my days are numbered, my one prayer is, Lord, give 
me the grace to change myself. ’ If I had prayed for this right from the start I should not 
have wasted my life. ” 


DOMESTICATED REBELS 

He was a difficult man. He thought differently and acted differently from the rest of 
us. He questioned everything. Was he a rebel, a prophet, a psychopath or a hero? “Who 
can tell the difference?” we said, “And who cares, anyway?” 

So we socialized him. We taught him to be sensitive to public opinion and to the 
feelings of others. We got him to conform. He was a comfortable person to live with 
now. Well adjusted. We had made him manageable and docile. 

We congratulated him on having achieved self conquest. He began to congratulate 
himself. He did not that it was we who had conquered him. 

A Big Guy walked into the crowded room and yelled, “Is there a fellow by the name of 
Murphy here? ” 

A Little Fellow stood up and said, “I’m Murphy. ” 

The Big Guy nearly killed him. He cracked five of his ribs, he broke his nose, he gave 
him two black eyes, he fiung him in a heap on the floor. Then he stamped out. 


After he had gone we were amazed to see the little fellow chuckling to himself “I 
certainly made a fool of that guy. ” he was saying softly to himself “I’m not Murphy! Ha, 
ha!” 

A society that domesticates its rebels has gained its peace. But it has lost its future. 


THE LOST SHEEP 

A parable for religious educators. 

A sheep found a hole in the fence and crept through it. He wandered far and could not 
find his way back. 

And then he realized that he was being followed by a wolf. He ran and ran, but the 
wolf kept chasing him, until the shepherd rescued him and carried him lovingly back to 
the fold. 

And in spite of everyone ’s advice the shepherd refused to nail up the hole in the fence. 


THE PERFECT APPLE 

Nasruddin had barely finished his discourse when one of the scoffers in the crowd said 
to him, “Instead of spinning spiritual theories, why don ’t you show us something 
practical? ” 

Poor Nasruddin was quite nonplussed. “What kind of practical thing would you want 
me to show you? ” he asked. 

Pleased that he had mortified the Mulla and was making an impression on the crowd 
the scoffer said, “ For instance, show as an apple from the garden of Paradise. ” 

Nasruddin immediately picked up an apple and handed it to the man. “But this apple 
is bad on one side, ” said the man. “Surely a heavenly apple would be perfect. ” 

“A celestial apple would, indeed, be perfect. ” said the Mulla, “But given your presen t 
faculties, this is as near to a heavenly apple as you will ever get. ” 

Can one expect to see a perfect apple with an imperfect eye? 

Or detect goodness in others when one’s own heart is selfish? 


THE SLAVE GIRL 

A Moslem King fell passionately in love with a slave girl and had her transferred from 
the slave quarters to the palace. He planned to marry her and make her his favourite wife 
but, mysteriously, the girl fell seriously ill on the vety day she entered the palace. 

She grew steadily worse. Evety known remedy was given her, to no avail; 

She hovered between life and death. 

In despair the King made on offer of half his kingdom to anyone who would cure her. 
But who would attempt to cure an illness that had baffled the best physicians of the 
realm? 


Finally a hakim appeared who asked to be allowed to see the girl alone. After he had 
spoken with her for an hour he appeared before the throne of the King who anxiously 
awaited his verdict. 

“Your Majesty, ” said the hakim. “I do indeed have an infallible cure for the girl. And 
so sure am I of its effectiveness that were it not to work, I should willingly offer myself to 
be beheaded. The medicine I propose, however, will prove to be an extremely painful 
one — not for the girl, but for you. ’ 

“ Mention the medicine, ” shouted the King. “And it shall be given her, no matter the 
cost. ’’ 

The hakim looked at the King with compassion and said, “The girl is in love with one 
of your servants. Give her permission to marry him and she will be instantly cured. ” 

Poor King! He wanted the girl too much to let her go. He loved her too much to let her 
die. 


CONFUCIUS THE SAGE 

Pu Shang once said to Confucius, “What kind of sage are you that you can say that 
Yen Hui excels you in straightforwardness? That in clarifying things Tuan-mu Tz it is 
superior to you? That Chung Yu is more courageous than you? And that Chuan-sun is 
more dignified than you? ” 

In his eagerness to get a reply Pu Shang moved to the edge of the mat and nearly fell 
off it. “If these things ’ are true, ” he said, “then why are these four men your disciples? ” 

Confucius replied, “Stay right where you are and I shall tell you. Yen Hui knows how 
to be straight-forward, but he does not know how to be flexible, Tuan-mu Tz it knows how 
to clarify things, but he does not know how to give a simple Yes or No for answer. Chung 
Yu knows how to be courageous, but he does hot know how to be cautious. Chuan-sun 
Shih knows how to be dignified, but he does not know how to be, unassuming. This is why 
these four men are glad to study under me. ” 

The Moslem, Jalal-ud-din Rumi, says, “A hand that is always open or always closed is 
a crippled hand. A bird that cannot open and close its wings cannot fly.” 


O HAPPY FAULT! 

The Jewish mystic Baal Shem had a curious way of praying to God. “ Remember , 
Lord, ” he would say, “You need me just as much as I need you. If you did not exist, 
whom would I pray to? If I did not exist, who would do the praying? ” 

It brought me joy to think that if I had not sinned God would have had no occasion to 
be forgiving. 


THE COCONUT 

A monkey on a tree hurled a coconut at the head of a Sufi. 

The man picked it up, drank the milk, ate the flesh and made a bowl from the shell. 
Thank you for your criticism of me. 


THE SINGER’S VOICE FILLS THE HALL 


Overheard outside a concert hall: 

“What a singer! His voice filled the hall. ” 

“Yes, several of us had to leave the hall to make room for it!” 

Overheard in a spiritual counselling session: 

“How can I love God as the Scriptures tell us to? 

How can I give Him my whole heart? ” 

“You must first empty your heart of all created things. ” 

Misleading! Don’t be afraid to fill your heart with the people and things you love, for 
the love of God won’t occupy space in your heart any more than a singer’s voice 
occupies space in a hall. 

Love is not like a loaf of bread. If I give a chu nk of the loaf to you I have less to offer 
to others. Love is like eucharistic bread: I receive the whole Christ — and so do you; and 
the next person; and the next. 

You can love your mother with your whole heart; and your spouse; and every one of 
your children. And the wonder is that each stands to gain because love ‘improves in 
quality each time the heart is given to another person. 

If a friend loves you alone and no one else, you would be wise to urge him to give his 
heart to others for, unless he does this, it is a feeble (and hungry!) heart he offers you. 


THANKS AND YES 

How does one love God? Certainly not the way one loves the persons one sees and 
hears and touches. For God is not a person in our sense of the word. He is the Unknown, 
the wholly Other, above terms like he and she; person and thing. 

When we-say an audience fills the hall and a singer’s voice fills the hall, we use the 
same word, fill, to refer to two distinct realities. When we say we love God and we love 
our friends, we are using the same word, love, to express two distinct realities. The 
singer’s voice does not really fill the hall; and we cannot real-ly love God in the ordinary 
sense of the word. 

To love God with one’s whole heart means to say a wholehearted Yes to life; to accept 
without reserva-tions all that God has ordained for it; to have the at-titude that Jesus had 
when he said, “Not my will, but yours be done.” 

The finest formulation of what it means to love God totally is found in Dag 
Hammarsjold’s words: 

For all that has been. Thanks. 

To all that shall be, Yes. 

This is the kind of thing one can give to God alone. In this he has no rivals. To 
understand that this is what it means to love God is to see at once that it doesn’t come in 
the way of loving your friends wholeheartedly, passionately. 


The singer’s voice remains in undisputed possession of the crowded hall. The crowd is 
not a rival to it. The only rival is another voice. God holds undisputed sway over your 
heart. The people in it are no rivals. The only rival is a person or a thing that causes you 
to weaken your attitude of Yes and Thanks. 


SIMON PETER 

A dialogue from the gospels: 

“And you, ” said Jesus, “Who do you say I am? ” 

Simon Peter answered, “You are the Son of the Living God. ” 

Then Jesus said, “Simon, son of Jonah, you are favoured indeed. ’ You did not learn 
that from mortal man: my Father revealed it to you. ” 

A dialogue from life: 

Jesus: And you, who do you say I am? 

Christian: You are the Son of the living God. 

Jesus: Right. But how unfortunate you are that you learnt this only from mortal man. 
It has not yet been revealed to you by my Father. 

Christian: True, Lord. I feel cheated. Somebody gave me the answers before your 
Father could speak. I marvel at your wisdom that you said nothing to Simon yourself, till 
your Father had spoken first. 


THE SAMARITAN WOMAN 

The woman put down her water jar and went off to the town. She said to the people, 
“Come and see the man who has told me everything I ever did. Could this be the 
Messiah? ” 

Christian: 

Oh for a teacher like that woman! She gave no answers. She only asked a question. It 
must have been tempting to give the answer because she got it from you directly when 
you said, “I am the Messiah. I who am talking to you.” 

Many more became disciples because 0/ what they heard from his own lips. They said 
to the woman, “It is no longer because of what you said that we believe, for we have 
heard him ourselves, and we know that this is, indeed, the Saviour of the world. 

Christian: 

I have been content, Lord, to leam about you at se-cond hand. From Scriptures and 
saints; preachers and popes. I wish I could say to them all, “It is no longer because of 
what you said that I believe, for I have heard him myself.” 


IGNATIUS OF LOYOLA 

The sixteenth century mystic, Ignatius of Loyola, said that at the time of his conversion 
he had no one to turn to for guidance, so the Lord Himself taught him the way a 
schoolmaster teaches a child. He once declared that even if all the scriptures were 


destroyed, he would hold on to what they revealed because of what the Lord had taught 
him personally. 

Christian: 

I have, unfortunately, had a surfeit of people to guide me. They badgered me with 
their persistent teachings till I could barely hear you through the din. I never thought I 
could have you for my teacher, for they said, “We are all the teachers you have; he who 
listens to us, listens to Him.” 

But I am wrong to blame them or deplore their presence in my life. It is I who am to 
blame. For I lacked the firmness to silence them; the courage to find out for myself; the 
patience to wait for your appointed time; and the trust that someday, somewhere, you 
would break your silence and reveal yourself to me. 


END 


OTHER BOOKS BY FATHER ANTHONY DE MELLO 
SADHANA: A way to GOD 

Described in the Catholic Theological Society of America as perhaps the best book available 
today in English for Christians on how to pray, meditate and contemplate. It has been translated 
into twenty-two languages. 

It is a book that teaches the reader how to pray and how to find satisfaction and fulfillment in 
prayer. There are 47 Exercises that blend Western and Oriental approaches to contemplation. 

WELLSPRINGS: A BOOK of spiritual exercises 

It translates into practice the teachings of SADHANA and contains more than eighty exercises 
that were originally used by the author as guided meditations for the trainees at his Institute. 

A priceless treasure for retreats, liturgical celebrations and community prayer. 

ONE MINUTE WISDOM 

It will only take a minute to read each of the anecdotes that are found in this book. Y ou will 
probably find the Master's language baffling, exasperating, even own right meaningless. This 
alas, is not an easy book! It was written, not to instruct, but to awaken. 

Concealed within its pages is a wisdom which cannot be conveyed in human speech. 

THE PRAYER OF THE FROG 

The stories in this book come from a variety of countries, cultures and religions. They belong to 
the spiritual heritage — and popular humour — of the human race. 

All that the author has done is string them together with a specific aim in mind. His task has been 
that of the weaver and the dyer. He takes no credit at all for the cotton and the thread. 

Vol. 1: PRAYER - AWARENESS - RELIGION - THE SAINTS - THE SELF - LOVE -TRUTH. 
Vol. 2: EDUCATION - AUTHORITY - SPIRITUALITY -HUMAN NATURE - 
RELATIONSHIPS - SERVICE - ENLIGHTENMENT.